Outlander
To follow the Sacred Leaders is to be Nagai. For it is the Leaders who first led the people from
their base roots and unlocked the powers of the mind. In their Ivory Fortresses they rule over the
Clans of the Nagai in omnipotent wisdom.
A Nagai is merely a part of a Clan whose duty is is to
serve and uphold the Sacred Leaders. Through this service and obedience they will be reborn as
a Sacred Leader at the end of their cycles of the Wheel. To even imagine the opposite is to fall of
the Wheel and be cast into Oblivion. And thus the Nagai toil, build and wage war for their Clans,
for their Leaders.
Thus tower the fortress cities of the Nagai in the Astral Plane, the Legions of the
Clans spewing forth in raids and conquest. The mighty Nagai, the Unlocked, the Perfected, the
Guided..
..the utter fools.
I am Sarvas Kru'ul, 173th of my line, from the Clan of Ksar Kru'ul. I have seen the lies, the ancient
manipulation by which the so called Sacred ones hold their iron fist on the Clans. And for my
insight I was banished, never to return.
Raised a holy warrior for my Clan it had always been our duty to enforce the will of our Leader
upon the weak willed people that populate the near Planes. Where the other Nagai wage battle in
perfect unison, mindlinked battle formations and legions, to be Ksar Kru'ul is to be the stalker. He
who follows his opponent as prey, he who hunts those who oppose that which is supposedly
infallibe. I was good at this.
On my twentysixth birthday I was personally honoured by our Leader
after the Makalian conquest. It was a proud moment, in ending the lives of their Archpriest and his
council I had made immense influence on the war.
I remember the pride of my family, the feeling of importance. I was as oblivious as any of the fools
that are my people.
As my skills grew thus did range farther away on missions, on my own, trusted. As such I spent
less and less time in the gathering rituals of my people. And as such part of the cloud that is put
over our thoughts slowly lifted.
The mind is beautiful thing, if you know how to use it one can
shield itself from all, even powerful magic. Unless those same rituals learned and participated in
are designed to control you from the outset.
I came to slowly understand what was transpiring, how my people were not the Guided but the
controlled, puppets to our mighty. Slowly but surely I gathered a few others to my missions and
guided the through what I had gone through myself. In my hubris I thought I could change it all. Of
course I had not been the first, I now understand the meaning the stricken names from our Clan
history.
I will not go into the details for it is long and painful. Let it just be known that we were betrayed,
me and mine. We were banished and hunted down ourselves by our Clan, by my family, our
names now surely stricken from my Clan's writing.
As I fled my erstwhile Clan-members I ranged further and further and came in contact with a group
of beings, spread throughout the planes, who showed me the truth of the multiverse. We each
make our own fate, we are each responsible for our own successes and failures. I paid in blood yet
managed to acquire the key to a portal to Sigil, it is here I have lived from ever since. Eight years I
have survived on my skills, a hunter of conscious beings is always in demand.
I have survived, I
have grown, and one day I will return to my Clan and there will be a reckoning that will shake the
Planes.
* For a description of the Nagai race, look HERE.
Death (session 23): Devoured by the god Malar in the Land of the Hunt.
Death (session 23): Devoured by the god Malar in the Land of the Hunt.
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